Liu Chen was so angry that he slammed the table: "They are threatening me!"
Shen Jinghong stood in front of Liu Chen, picked up the memorial he threw on the ground, glanced at it, and put it on the table again.
"Your Majesty, I heard that all the ministers gathered at Zhou's house last night. This matter was led by Zhou's family, who wanted to use this method to force Your Majesty to compromise."
Liu Chen sneered: "They always think that I can't govern this country well without them."
Shen Jinghong said: "They think that Your Majesty always has to cherish his reputation and the law does not punish everyone. If Your Majesty punishes them, he will be infamous as a tyrant in history books."
Liu Chen felt upset. He knew what tricks those people had come up with, but he couldn't vent his anger.
"How was Zhou Kui's interrogation in prison?" Liu Chen asked.
Shen Jinghong said: "Zhou Kui is very tight-lipped, but the other people arrested are Zhou Kui's confidants, and they can't stand it anymore."
"Okay, you interrogate the evidence, and the evidence is as solid as a mountain. I want to see how they can threaten me then!"
The nights in the Dali Temple are always creepy. The tiger prison buried deep underground should not have any sound, but the passing palace maids and eunuchs said that they clearly heard sharp wails.
With Liu Chen's instructions and the diligent care of the imperial physician, the wound on Shen Jinghong's arm has healed a lot. After removing the bandage, he will be able to heal slowly if he is more careful in daily life.
This is not a fatal injury, not to mention that for a man, scars are the best medals.
When Shen Jinghong walked out of the Dali Temple, his fair and slender hands still had a faint watery glow. Those hands were so beautiful, with distinct joints, slender and strong. Many women in Dingjing secretly envied the pen in his hand, which he could hold tightly. Whether holding a pen or playing the piano, or drawing a bow or holding a sword, such a pair of hands would be a very beautiful picture. If he could gently rub and pick them, it would be even more unimaginable.
However, these hands had just been washed for a long time before the blood stains were completely washed away. There was still a faint scent of soap between the fingers, covering up the faint smell of blood.
Shen Jinghong walked out of the darkness, the moonlight gently fell on his shoulders, he walked slowly through the long alley, and his shadow was stretched very long behind him.
A woman dressed as a maid was holding a lantern in her hand, standing in the middle of the alley looking at him, blocking his way.
Seeing Shen Jinghong approaching, she knelt down and saluted: "Greetings, Lord Shen."
Shen Jinghong's slightly cold eyes swept across her face: "Who are you?"
The maid said softly: "The princess ordered me to wait for Lord Shen here. Please follow me, Lord Shen."
Shen Jinghong's eyes were stern: "I have never seen you before."
The maid raised her head and looked at Shen Jinghong's handsome face, but cold and ruthless. Her heart trembled slightly, and her voice lowered by three points: "The princess said that you will understand when you see this lantern."
Shen Jinghong's eyes swept across the lantern in her hand, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
It was a lotus lantern, the lotus lantern of Princess Roujia during the Lantern Festival.
He took the lantern from the maid and said lightly: "Let's go."
The wooden door opened, and the moonlight illuminated a corner of the room.
Shen Jinghong held the lantern in his hand and looked at the figure with his back to him.
The woman was wearing a tight black dress, outlining her graceful and enchanting figure. Her soft and enchanting lines were like the flying goddess in the murals. People dared not look directly at her, but it was difficult to suppress their impulse. She only revealed a slender and white part, which was cooler than the moonlight and more fascinating.
Shen Jinghong's eyes did not change at all, nor did he lose his mind at all because of the temptation. His thin lips raised a very shallow arc, and his low and magnetic voice revealed the other party's identity: "Princess Jing'an."
The figure turned slowly, and a pair of ice-blue eyes that were completely different from the women of Chen State stared at Shen Jinghong quietly.
Princess Jing'an Yeluzhen, she was a natural beauty. How many men in Beiliang regarded her as a god, and how many men loved her like crazy. But it was different when she arrived in Chen State. Although there were many men drooling over her, those men she liked were all as hard-hearted as stone.
Yelu Zhen took a few steps closer to Shen Jinghong. Her lips were slightly thicker than those of a woman from the State of Chen, but they looked very plump and sexy. Especially when she was trying to seduce a man, her two red lips would emit a faint fragrance like a seductive flower stamen, making people confused.
Yelu Zhen slightly raised the corners of her lips, her light blue eyes seemed to be shimmering with tenderness, and her voice had a subtle graininess, not gentle and soft, but hoarse and seductive like a midnight hum.
"Sir Shen, I have heard a lot about you."
Yelu Zhen was as far away from Shen Jinghong as possible, less than an arm's length away, enough for her to smell the faint scent of ink on the man, and a strange smell of blood, which made her half of her body soften involuntarily.
It was great.
She had thought that Sir Shen was a bright and noble person, a person she dared not dream of, but it turned out that he was no different from herself. Sir Shen walking in the dark was more attractive than in the daytime.
Yelu Zhen's mind flashed back to the scene of him kneeling in front of Princess Roujia and kissing the back of her hand, and his breathing quickened.
Yelu Zhen chuckled, and his fingertips touched Shen Jinghong's chest: "Who would have thought that Princess Roujia, who is so holy, and Lord Shen, who is so noble, actually have such a relationship in private? If this matter gets out, what does Lord Shen think will happen?"
Shen Jinghong grabbed Yelu Zhen's wrist and pulled her hand away from his chest. His hand was very strong, and he showed no mercy this time, leaving bruises on Yelu Zhen's white skin. He lowered his head, and his cold eyes reflected an undisguised murderous intent, looking at Yelu Zhen as if he were looking at a dead person.
Yelu Zhen gritted her teeth to suppress her moans. She looked back at Shen Jinghong and sneered, "Lord Shen, do you think you can kill me here? Or do you think that if you kill me, you can really silence me?"
Shen Jinghong let go of his hand and pushed Yelu Zhen away from him. Yelu Zhen staggered two steps and stood firm, staring at Shen Jinghong with an uncertain look.
Shen Jinghong said calmly, "Princess Roujia is virtuous and gentle. Who in the world doesn't respect and admire her? What's wrong with you telling others? I admire the princess, but she doesn't want to marry me. If you make it public and let His Majesty arrange a marriage for us, I will be grateful to you. Why do you have to kill you to silence me?"
Yelu Zhen laughed and looked at Shen Jinghong dimly: "If things are really as you said, why are you so afraid? You are bluffing just to protect Princess Roujia. By the way, Lord Shen once threatened that before he became a first-rank official, he would not talk about marriage. You used this excuse to block the powerful people in Dingjing from recruiting a son-in-law. Now I think you just have someone in your heart but dare not say it out loud."
Shen Jinghong looked at Yelu Zhen with calm eyes: "So what?"
"I didn't understand it at first, but I found out some things after secretly inquiring these days." Yelu Zhen smiled and said, "The son-in-law of Chen State cannot have real power. You love Princess Roujia, but you are reluctant to give up fame and fortune. So even if you two love each other, you can't marry her, you can only have an affair in secret. Princess Roujia and Lord Shen's affair is really shocking..."
"Oh?" Shen Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently, "So you want to ruin my reputation and the princess's?"
"No." Yelu Zhen shook his head gently and looked at Shen Jinghong with a smile, "Shen Sir, I don't want to destroy you, I just want to help you, of course, the premise
is that you help me too." "Are you threatening?"
Yelu Zhen smiled and said, "You can understand it this way, but I prefer to treat it as an exchange."
Shen Jinghong lowered his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Yelu Zhen's eyes were full of affection, and even the most hard-hearted man would be moved by it, but the man in front of her was indifferent and even wanted to kill her. If possible, she also wanted to destroy him, take him back to Beiliang, and make him her own concubine, but she also knew that this was impossible. She could only put her personal feelings aside for the time being. Thinking of Yelu Jing's instructions in the letter, she gathered her mind and said slowly, "I want to kill the king."
A trace of surprise flashed across Shen Jinghong's eyes, but then she understood.
"He is the most powerful prince in the world. Do you think I can do it?"
Yelu Zhen smiled and said, "Of course you will have a way, and you must have a way."
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